This is our first Christmas, first tree in our first house so it is special. Due to the rotundness of our tree and my lack of height, I drafted Sexy Husband to help me put the lights on the Christmas tree. Now as most of you know the lighting of a Christmas tree (unless prelit) is always such a fun and simple time.
Loud laughing ensues.
We had three stands of lights which amazingly unraveled with no problems and all lit up when plugged into the socket (that should have been my first clue)
So yay we had skipped half of the cursing, teeth gnashing, and light throwing part and could begin lassoing the tree with lights. Sexy Husband got behind the tree and we began passing and placing. It was going great!
We used our last strand and there was about a foot of tree without lights! We discussed spacing them out abit and when Sexy Husband leaned to start suddenly half of the bottom row went dark.
WHAT? How does half a row go out!
We found the to be blamed broken bulb and realized we had no replacment bulbs for this particular strand because we had inherited it from his parents.
We had to unwind the tree and backtrack to start wrapping where the lights were actually lit. Upon rewrapping the tree we were now a foot and half short from the top with lights!
Stay tuned for Part 3 - Christmas Tree Conclusion